... it's a bit quiet here at the moment, isn't it?

LJ, I mean. Not my house. My house is not quiet at all, for reasons I am going to go into soon enough. But yeah. Here? A bit quiet (quentin_w, whom I respect mightily for Keeping The Standard Flying, aside). I should probably say something and banish the silence a little. Haven't posted myself for three days. Well, I was suffering from having the ever-notorious Nothing To Say, which may go some way toi explaining it. I guess it's just a boring time of year or something, because it's not like I'm exactly overburdened with stuff to do at the moment.

*remembers she has about a ton - well, three or four comments to reply from and resolves to do them just as soon as she can.*

Anyway. My landlady's having replacement windows fitted. Oh joy. I was woken at around half eight this morning, from a dream I can't remember for the life of me but am absolutely convinced was about Ken - again, what has that boy done to my brain? Whatever it is, I LIKE it! - by what sounded like someone being murdered in the room next door, all to the soothing strains of Heart FM. Needless to say, I found this very annoying indeed. I hate Heart FM. Why do builders, decorators and the like always seem to have the most woeful taste in music? No, I'm not expecting them to want to work whilst Obsessively Listening To 'Moonflower' in the way I seem to have managed to do only too often, but why do we never see people painting rooms whilst listening to Rachmaninoff?

I lay there for a while feeling massively jealous that I hadn't written 'Bountiful Autumn' because I'm not kay_cricketed and can't write like her, which pains me, and finally managed to drift back to sleep for a while. When I woke up, I was still feeling massively jealous that I hadn't written 'Bountiful Autumn', but I was at least marginally more rested. The noise has eased off a bit now, but it's still far too damned loud in my bedroom, so it's chased me down here to go online and do pointless things. Forget sleep. I'll just have to get a nap in later, when the builders go home. I'm hoping they'll knock off when it gets too dark to see.

... read something random last night in a reproduction of a Victorian book of manners I seem to have ended up owning, about the uncouthness of grinning. Spent five minutes in happy puddle of fangirl goo thinking about how CUTE Ken looks when he grins.

Need to write more of 'Seuche'. Have a small idea for how I'm going to end Chapter 23 and I think it's cute, and I won't be able to write that until I've written the rest of it. Besides, I want to get back to action scenes. I've been waiting all fic for wanton chaos, and damn me now I'm getting near to it I'm getting antsy!

Speaking of fanfic (again): I CAVED TO THE PRESSURE!

Yup. Last night. Opened account at Pit of Shagging Voles, as I guess we should call adultfanfiction.net never mind that I hate the site's interface and think it harbors, if that's possible, even more crap than the Pit itself, simply because I needed somewhere to put that SchuKen fic so it could actually be read - I know where my webpage stands in the estimation of most of the rest of the internets. Though I don't think I'll be archiving anything else there since 'Seuche', 'A step forward into night' and 'Resurgence' so far appear to have escaped ff.net's Think of The Children crusade - unless of course I find myself writing more SchuKen non-con, that is, or get the confidence to write up the million and one instances of Youji x Ken porn I have stuck in my brain. Besides (unlike some ficcers out there) I am not such a tart for reviews I'm going to archive everything remotely adult-oriented that I've already got up at The Pit.

Anyway: here I am. As if the pen name wasn't enough of a clue. Revel in my not-so-secret shame!

... well, you know how it is when you want people to actually, you know, read the things you've written, right? I have no idea if anyone actually gets fic off my homepage, for a start and besides, I've decided that (content aside) I think I did okay with that fic after all. Someone else out there has to want to read it, damn it all!

Ooh. I think this is long enough to be called an 'update'. But it's still too noisy to go upstairs! Maybe I'll do a meme or two in a bit, then. Backdate them or somesuch. Answer a few comments and the like. Play with That Goddamned Korean Doll Site. There has to be some kind of advantage to be found in being deafened out of my bedroom, right?